Some things were meant to be; some aren’t Tade rued the slow pace of traffic on the Island. He had planned to stop briefly at the nearest First Bank office; Mama needed money and [...]
The Twist of Fate (1)
Some things were meant to be; some aren’t Tade rued the slow pace of traffic on the Island. He had planned to stop briefly at the nearest First Bank office; Mama needed money and [...]
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Me, Myself and I.
i am the son of my mother the child of my father floating like a ship with no rudder in in this sea called life almost under the waves with which i strife my face [...]
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